Fear. It’s a powerful force, isn’t it? The idea that one’s very being may hang in the balance of some event, however minor it may be, is soul-consuming. It’s what kept us humans alive while the Neanderthals froze in their caves. We know our time will be up some day, and we do everything in our power to milk what little time we have for something that fools would call ‘meaningful’.
All bullshit, naturally. There’s nothing meaningful in this world beyond the simple exchange of things they covet. Money, power, possessions, love, it’s all the same. It’s about gratification, and doing whatever one can to get it. The stupid ones leap to get whatever they can while they can, while the smart ones wait in the shadows until the big catch comes.
How else do you think I rose to the top? By skill, talent, or expertise? No. I got up here by using the right people, gratifying them when necessary and in turn rising through the ranks. Higher and hig